Sunday, 28 August 2016

TALL, BUT TRUE..












TALL, BUT TRUE..

Quiet, I was
as I sat beneath the tree
dreaming of how the Australian bush
had been especially made for me.
It was then I heard the sound of strangers
coming through the scrub
so, I climbed up, so very fast,
right up that old gum tree.

'Twas no place for an Irish lad
of this I could be sure
but as the folks got closer,
what they said I could not ignore.
For it seemed they were the Kelly gang
and they talked and planned a raid..
I thought of the saints of Ireland
and begorrah, how I prayed.

I moved a little in my fright
and uttered the smallest sound
alas, lack, it was enough
to be heard there on the ground!
They pulled me down from that tall tree
and gave me such a fright
they said they'd thought they'd kill me
till I told them of my plight.

For I was just a starving Irish lad
right down on my luck
I thought that I was finished
but they admired my pluck.
So, in return for vows of silence,
they kindly paid my fare
back to dear old Ireland
and my kin in County Clare.

(c) Crissouli 1983



 image courtesy of Pixabay

Thursday, 25 August 2016

DAFFODIL DAY AUG 26TH, 2016





TODAY IS DAFFODIL DAY

organised by the Cancer Council of Australia

It also happens to be the fourth Blogiversary of
this blog.

I started to write another post,
 but decided to dedicate this post
 to all my family and friends
 who have fought, 
or who are fighting,
against cancer.

You do it with such courage and grace, 
through the good times and bad 
amd I have nothing but admiration 
and love for you all.


My wish is that we will one day be free of this scourge and no longer will we embark on these journeys of troubled times.

 Maybe some of my readers would like to 
Dedicate a Daffodil
 for all those who have been touched by cancer.

 You can do so by going to this link


https://www.daffodilday.com.au 

Thank you.

Image courtesy of Pixabay
as are all on this blog unless otherwise credited.




Wednesday, 24 August 2016

FRAGILE FAITH









FRAGILE FAITH

The lights flash, instructions to be obeyed
the thrust of mighty power is evident
no fear, just excitement
rising as steeply as this majestic bird.

Where are they all going
these modern day commuters?
What beckons them to rise to the heavens
in a long, metal case
putting their trust in strangers?
How many even pause
to absorb their pass through Heaven..
So many chat, read,
finish those last minute reports
ever anxious to make a good impression.

Pause, enjoy this land of rainbows
take time to be awed by nature
we are here for such a short time.
Down we go, descending so many miles
yet just a few short minutes to go.
How our forefathers would stare in wonder
as our giant bird takes us safely home.


(c) Crissouli 1983


Thursday, 21 July 2016

IT'S IN OUR HANDS...

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IT'S IN OUR HANDS...


Some of us collect pottery, or stamps
others collect causes
"save this"
or "that"
or "them"
but how many of us
have even noticed the greatest cause of all.
We live our lives in sweet oblivion
dreaming of never ending tomorrows
as if we could stack them
one above the other
reaching to eternity.
When will we notice just how shaky
the foundations are.
We've no guarantee of tomorrows
or todays
unless we all unite
in the only cause that matters
the preservation of world peace.

(c)Crissouli July 2016

ALONE

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ALONE

Two tiny cheeks were shivering
poised, tiny tears were quivering
silently, they slithered, down.

He stood there, quietly, all day
alone, he watched the children play
then turned, and sobbed
and left.

His tender heart was broken
from words that were unspoken
this tiny child was
mute.

(c) Crissouli July 2016



Saturday, 16 July 2016

THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS










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THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS

They know not the politics of it all
nor can they find it in their hearts to care
it matters not who should be right or wrong
only that the days are ever long.
Through the dust and heat, they plod their way
each stumbling, each with his own internal pain.
Is there no one who cares, who wants to know?
These are people, our fellow beings, with no place to go.
We see their images, from our colour screens.
How they make us squirm in our comfortable chairs.
'Enough to make you cry' we say
'did you get that extra wine today?'
The mother lays her babe to rest, beside the road.
She has no strength to carry on, nor the will.
All days tumble, one into another..
Just a few hours ago, she laid down this small girl's brother.
People of the world, please care, 
if not for this woman, for all those who suffer still.
Let the politics be pushed aside
for understanding and compassion
must reach the whole world wide.

(c) Crissouli July 2016


Thursday, 7 July 2016

A POOR MAN'S RICHES





Sawtell, NSW 
(c) Crissouli 2008





A POOR MAN'S RICHES

Rise and fall, rise and fall, o gentle ocean
Beat a pathway to the shores around the world
Carry hope and love and dreams to all who watch you
Gently lap away the ravages of time.
With sunshine that does bless your far horizons
Giving diamonds to rich and poor alike
With seagulls hovering over you in splendour
Guarding the mysteries of your depth.
Rocks, as silent sentinels, support you
Reflecting your playful spray in pools of life.
Oh, how the wind does love to tease you 
Lifting your surface far and wide
Oh, never stop, o mighty ocean
Keep rolling until the end of time.

(c) Crissouli 15th August, 1980